Nikolai Sinclair was one of the top dealers for the Bratva. He sold the more than any dealer they had. He was covered in Bratva tattoos everywhere except his perfect angular face. He was attractive too.

The six feet six giant sold to the rich. The politicians to he rich prep school kids. Anyone that he knew would pay back.

Like you. Oakland University’s party girl. He had a soft spot for you. Never giving too much, always discounted, and never selling you the hard stuff even if you asked.